Monday, February 25, 2008

Done. And over with.

It's been done
And over with
Either you're dead
Or me

But someone is,
Surely

And he is lonely.

A whisper:
"Close your eyes
Look around

Hear
With your eyes covered

Images.People.Sound.
A flurry of movements.
FRIENDS.

You're not alone."

But then.
What am I?
Or you?

(Dedicated to someone. She knows.)

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Inside and Outside

(South City, Anwarshah Road.)

Dust.
On the street, the leaves, the buses.

Inside.
Not a speck to be found.

Noise.
Horns, shouts and screams.

Inside.
Orderly confusion with a smile.

Poverty.
Glares at you, naked.

Inside.
People in Nike sneakers,
Levi’s jeans,
And Armani shirts
Smelling of costly fragrance.

Garbage stinks.
Outside.

(inspired by a writing, and only the author of that shall know which I mean.)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

I'm happy, as long as you are.

You spoke to me, of things
I didn't quite like.
But kept silent.

Hurt I looked away.
But I couldn't keep
From glancing back.

And as I saw,
Your smiling face
Your happy eyes.

I couldn't help.
I smiled back.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Conversations on a deathbed

The sharp edge scratches the lifeline
Something dark red oozes out
It's blood Sourya,
You're going to die Sourya.
"I welcome death."

It's bleeding Sourya.
You've got a minute to live.

"Which lasts a lifetime
A minute is forever
A minute is life
Life is but a minute."

You're not making sense Sourya
You're DYING!

"I, welcome..."

~Breathes his last.~